Chapter 315
Minerva was a reasonably good-looking woman of about thirty years of age. As she approached Natalie,
the signs of surgical enhancement on her symmetrical face became apparent.
Her body was not as chubby as her sonâs. On the other hand, it was a figure carefully designed for
seduction.
Natalie frowned as she regarded the sultry figure before her.
âWhat is going on here?â
Minerva chuckled. âYour sons have been a handful, havenât they? One of them stole the heirloom of the
Swan family while the other beat my son up to a pulp and you still have the cheek to ask that?â
âThatâs not what happened,â Xavian piped up unexpectedly.
Every eye in the room flicked toward him at once.
âI did not steal his pendant!â Xavian declared a little louder. âClayton punched Milton because he framed
me for stealing his pendant!â
âHave you not been taught how to behave?â Minerva rounded on him as she pointed to her sonâs face.
The principal, Wendell Fahnberg, felt the need to intervene when Minervaâs voice grew in volume.
âPlease calm yourself, Mrs. Swan.â
âHow do you expect me to do that when my son is being mauled in your school, Mr. Fahnberg?â Minerva
turned to regard him with incredulity. With her hands on her hips, Wendell struggled to brace himself
against her tirade that was to come.
âThat tourmaline pendant is an heirloom of the Swans! Many experts have attested to its value of being
over tens of millions by the certificate of authenticity that they have all signed. As Milton is the sole heir of
the Swan family, all of its billions would one day be inherited by him. This isnât over! I must first take him
to the hospital. Rest assured, we Swans will pursue this matter to the end of the-â
âAre you done?â Natalie interrupted as she stared at the other woman with such cold hostility that the
latterâs rant stuttered to a halt.
Though Natalie did not display any outward sign of anger, the cold disdain emanating from her body
made her rage palpable.
There is more to this story. I know my children well enough to know that.
Ignoring everybody else in the room, Natalie walked toward Xavian and knelt before him.
âDid you take Miltonâs pendant?â
âI did not.â Xavian shook his head firmly as he looked deep into his motherâs eyes.
âDid the two of you beat him up?â
The boys nodded as one.
âYes, Mommy. We were the ones to start it.â Clayton lowered his gaze as his voice shook. âMilton
accused Xavian of being a thief and of us being fatherless bastard boys. That was when we jumped on
him!â
âI will not allow him to speak ill of my brother!â he continued, with passionate tears rolling down his
cheeks. âAnd my mother! Even if I have to go to prison for what Iâve done, I will not allow him to speak of
you this way! You are the best mother in the world. He has no right to say things like that!â
As Clayton was the elder among the two, he felt that he had to put on a brave front in front of his mother
and younger brother who relied on him. Despite his best efforts, tears streamed down his pink cheeks.
Embarrassed to be seen crying, he rubbed his eyes so hard that his eyes soon became red, though that
merely incensed the flow of tears.
Xavian tugged timidly on his motherâs sleeve.
âIâm sorry, Mommy. We remember what you taught us about attacking other people, but I was unable to
control my temper.â
Natalie felt a lump in her throat at the sight of her sons looking so defeated.
Oh, my heart aches for my babies. They are obviously being bullied by this fatty! Why did they have to
get themselves into trouble just to defend me?
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Natalie wiped both their cheeks comfortingly. âSince you did nothing wrong, thereâs no need to cry. Even
less of a need to apologize.â
Comprehension dawned on Wendell and Veranneâs faces from observing the scene before them as they
recollected Clayton and Xavianâs obedience and thoughtfulness which contrasted starkly against Miltonâs
arrogance and mischief. Now itâs starting to make sense.
Minerva, however, was not going to let the matter go that easily. âItâs no wonder how the brats are so
stubborn. I see where they get that from!â